And maybe I’ll love you

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Tobermory went out today, to collect a friend for a dose of testosterone and videogames. While he was out, I decided that I was going to tackle one of the Horrible Jobs that has been haunting our house for, oh, months.

Namely, moving the chest freezer into the garage. We knew it would require a game of Tetris with common household objects. See, the freezer was under the stairs. It needed to go, as noted, into the garage. That meant moving the workbench (as that’s the only place in the garage the freezer would fit). In order to put the workbench in the only sensible location, a cupboard and shelf would have to be moved…

Tobermory arrived back home with friend right about the time that the garage was in critical-explosion state, and boggled at me somewhat. I did make it clear that I wasn’t trying to guilt him into helping, just diving in to do it myself while he wasn’t at home to stop me.

So, removal of shelf. Turns out the previous owners nailed it up. Into breezeblock. What the fuck, previous owners.

Moved the cupboard and shelf, moved the workbench, moved the beer fridge. Moved the freezer. Moved the beer fridge beside the freezer. Moved the workbench into it’s new spot, moved the cupboard and also a chest of drawers that’s been living in the garage needing a proper home for oh, months. Filled three bags full of trash (we are disgusting people). Filled a cardboard box with misc shoes, clothing, etc that’s collected in the garage (how? why?). Move shuffle move shuffle shuffle move move rotate shuffle move.

It’s all in place now. Tobermory’s side of the garage has the workbench and his car. My side of the garage still contains a couch I’m trying to sell, two bar stools, and Misc that needs to be thrown away or donated. Progress progress progress!